Saeril had confidence back to her once she heard the ElvenKing accept her deal with him. She remembered the ElvenQueen briefly, but only a few glimpses of her were ever present on the Elven prince when she and the others were captured. "All I remember, my lord, was that she was beautiful", she fondly said as soon as she looked at the empty throne chair next to the king's own. Hearing his own offer, she gave an exhaling sigh, closing her eyes for a second with her head moving to the side. "I would be grateful, my lord. Really, I would", the she-elf honestly thanked him. "But I have family out there, and I assure you that gold means nothing to me", Saeril honestly wasn't at all phased with the concept of having money. That was just how her race lived: they relied more on belief, wisdom, knowledge, and the resources of nature. She was used to not fall to the sins of greed. 

As soon as she was allowed to be excused, she made her quick, elegant bow before him, and made her exit from the throneroom, leaving through the gateway, and taking flight. All that looked at her back, was Legolas' cold piercing eyes. "Close the gate", he told a Silvan elf before the horn was blown. The company was floating across the water in their barrels until they reach the waterfall, sending them downstream with Saeril flying above them. At this height, she could see the Elven guards ahead at the gate, at the same time where she heard the Elven horn, which acted like a signal to shut the dwarves' only way out.